a police wife with three little mice... my heart is handcuffed to my lawman

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

It is finished.

This post has been in "draft" mode for quite a while. I kept thinking I needed -- wanted -- to keep writing but I couldn't decide what to say. There is so much, and yet so little, to say. I think this entire post could be summed up in one phrase:

I didn't know I had stopped breathing until I finally took a breath.

The day after my husband worked his last patrol shift, that phrase popped in my head, and it won't go away. I didn't realize I was holding my breath and preoccupied and waiting and worrying and wondering for every minute of every shift. And when he had finally worked his last shift, I took a breath. I started breathing again. My shoulders dropped down a teeny bit from their tense-tight-worry shrug. And I had no idea what that would feel like until it happened.

My husband resigned from his agency, and we moved to a new state with nothing but some money in our bank account, a bunch of hopes and dreams, and a rental home in which to lay our heads. Oh, and lots of boxes. Boxes and boxes and boxes.

Our new city is recruiting laterals like mad. We keep going around and around and back and forth -- they work a weird, crazy, pull-out-your-hair schedule. Will this job -- once again -- cloud our vision from the hopes and dreams we dragged along with us from our previous home? Would we like some health insurance? (that's a no brainer!) Our children have only ever known daddy as a police officer. While I thought kicking the job would get rid of some of the worse parts of "the police life," there are some things that are still hard to deal with. I'm not sure if they'll be there forever and The Job changed my husband forever, or if they will slowly and quietly melt away over the months and years ahead.

What I do know is that it's fun to have a husband. An awake, available, nearby husband. And for now, I'm counting my blessings until the next chapter of our life unfolds with our hopes, dreams, and boxes open and free.